I turned away with a small smile on my face, when a woman on the end of the bench spoke up.
"You do know he doesn't understand a word you were saying?"
I turned around, my eyes open wide, having a hard time even understanding her accent.
"This is my father, he has never been to America and doesn't speak any English."
Sigh
Sometimes you're the joke, other times you're the punchline!
Our car was a bit away, but Diane found one of those rare two wheel carts that converts to a flat dolly so we loaded up and said our goodbye's to Music.
I couldn't wait! I was sorry to say goodbye to Jill and John and Kim but I was already thinking that maybe I'll give them a call later on to see if we can meet up again.
Helloooo, French Quarter!
Ok, let's check the memories again. Remember in the beginning of the report we had 5 days at Music, and 4 at FQ? AND,,,, how I hated them being Unequal? AND,,, how I just might try to "add" an extra day on when we get there, knowing it would be just about impossible to do this, especially since FQ books up faster then any of the resorts?
Usually, our check in procedure has Diane going in first, me parking, having a smoke in the car, then going in to meet her. Unlike dealerships and auto repair shops where women get taken advantage of, women seem to score the better rooms then if they have an ugly looking dude standing next to them.
Usually.
This time I went in with her. For one thing it really didn't matter where we stayed, since there aren't any smoking rooms anyway.
Facing a garden would be nice, facing a lighted walkway is good, facing the river would be hunky dory too.
We had a guy behind the counter, a VERY friendly guy. He assigned us a room in building 4 (perfect), 2nd floor (perfect), facing a garden in between the river and the lighted walkway. (perfect).
"Is there, um, possibly, um, " I faltered, "anychanceofaddinganextranight?"
Luckily he is fluent in speaking "words without spaces between them".
"Boy, I doubt it, but I can check, hold on....."
"Ok, done, and you won't have to check out and check back in, I just made a continuing reservation."
We were in the building opposite you!
Or it's a Pigment of my Imagination.
That's a good one!
Thank you, thank you. Please hold your applause.
SEE? These are the things that a Disney Newbie would never learn for YEARS!
So as we are sitting on the bench staring at the water, I hear a small voice to my left. "Nebo?"
We both look and Diane jumps up and says "Hi, you must be Emily."
We talked for a little bit, she's a bit shy, but going to be a real boy killer as she gets older. I sat back down on the bench so I wouldn't tower over her, when I started noticing a strange phenomenom taking place.
It was getting darker, only not everywhere, just by this bench. Kind of like a slow eclipse taking place. When I looked up to see the meteor that was blocking out the sun, I saw that it wasn't a meteor after all, but a man.
A VERY large man at that. He had the full beard and moustache, if I had to say whom he reminded me of I just might say Hagrid, and he stood looking down at me wondering why this jerk is talking to his daughter.
VERY good description, exept he's the one who usally talks to everyone he sees.
Thankfully Emily's mom was there also, and she quickly introduced us to them. Good thing too, I would have hated to have to take out this guys kneecap with a left jab.
Glad you didn't, he's a black belt in karate.
Aparently Emily's mom is also a lurker here, and she was happy to meet us.
We were extatic!
You have no idea how glad I was though that Diane was there with me, it looked much better that way. After chatting for a bit, we all had to go on our separate ways.
Hey, Emily's dad, you know I was just kidding about that Hagrid remark, right?
RIGHT?
Actually it was really cool, we love meeting people we talk to on the disboards, especially ones that contribute as much as Emily does.